Ever since I hit the stupid deer on Saturday night I'd been dreading getting the rental car. It's usually some tiny foreign car with a tinny motor, smells like cigarette smoke, and couldn't out run a motorized wheelchair driven by a 87 year old.
So you can imagine my surprise when Henry the Enterprise Agent asks me if a Dodge F150 was OK. OK? For a guy who grew up driving a truck in Oklahoma who has driven a Honda Accord or Toyota Camry the last 15 years or so? Who thought a truck was just something to look at and admire while I drove home from work every night?
Are you KIDDING me?
I could have kissed the guy. As soon as you turn the key the thing sounds like it could run 500 miles at Daytona. Granted, watching me have to take a running start just to get in the thing is high comedy, but once I got in?
Did you know you can get it up to 55mph in about 4 seconds?
There aren't many things you can take to the bank these days. But I can PROMISE you this.
The first stop light I hit in the morning?
I'm rolling down my window and asking the guy in the lane next to me this....
"You got a Hemi in that?"
On the 97th anniversary of his birth.
14 hours ago